"Not enough, keep going in the pot?" Granny Yang held on to the door frame, always feeling that the two children were not full, her ears were a little back, her eyes were a little flowery, and she only relied on listening to her voice.

Xianning handed the dishes and chopsticks to Granny Yang, looked at the steaming soup pot, and handed it to Granny Yang with both hands: "The wontons are delicious, and the wontons you made are delicious." ”

Cheng Yuan ignored it, looked at her bright and innocent smile in a daze, and stuffed a few treasure notes to Granny Yang.

As if she felt that something was wrong to say this, she added: "It's more delicious than the royal food." ”

Before leaving, Granny Yang stuffed her bacon to Cheng Yuan again, "Oh, Master Cheng, don't go so fast, my old woman can't catch up with you." ”

Granny Yang stuffed the bacon to Cheng Yuan as she spoke, "My son is stupid, Mr. Tuo will take care of it, you see Xianzhi and give him the money." Let him not save. ”

Cheng Yuan nodded, and handed him the copper coins and bills that had leaked on the ground, and smoothed them to him little by little: "Tell him, there is everything at home." ”

After walking a long distance, I could still see Granny Yang's waist bent at ninety degrees, waving at him, and Cheng Yuan shouted, "Granny Yang, go back." ”

"Are people so afraid of loneliness when they get old?" Xianning followed behind, with watery eyes, and looked at the rickety Granny Yang.

Cheng Yuan didn't answer her.

"Ah~, why didn't you answer when the county lord asked you, bastard." Xianning stepped on Cheng Yuan with her dress.

Back at Yanwang's Mansion, Cheng Yuan threw himself into his sweet potato field again, this sweet potato can be harvested, at least to prepare for the future army.

On the second day, Zhu Di brought a few generals to help Cheng Yuan harvest sweet potatoes, because the time was short, the rise in sweet potatoes was not good.

But it's also the size of a nest.

There are several sweet potato fields in the other garden, and there are also outside, and Zhu Neng took a few generals to work in two groups.

Zhu Neng is particularly rare, the sweet potato he saw in June is still green, and he sees how it turns red after a few months.

A few generals, you push me, I push you, stay in the barracks with Zhu Di all the year round, and there is no sense of fear for a long time, you say foul words to me.

"It's still fucking green, I think it's about the same as feeding the cows, can you eat this thing?" A military general picked up sweet potato seedlings with a saber and laughed.

"What the are you trying? We've all eaten it at the grassroots, and we're afraid of a ball. ”

"Stretch your arms open, I heard this thing tastes very sweet."

Zhu Di told them that it must be done before the sun sets, and more than a dozen generals will collect sweet potatoes separately.

I didn't go to harvest sweet potatoes, as long as it was a person, I would dig a few hoes, and there was nothing to teach about digging sweet potatoes.

He had more important things.

Taking advantage of this stage, the axe gang of more than a dozen men entered the palace in a justifiable manner, built the stage during the day, and built a space for weapons in the cellar at night.

Cheng Yuan's first task is to build the stage successfully, arrange the people who sing the opera, and let them be divided into two groups of singing.

The cellar has to find a way to make it more soundproof these days, even if it is not soundproof, it has to reduce the noise, and Cheng Yuan's most basic requirement is this.

At noon, Ge Cheng came a few times, saw the stage and asked, "Steward Cheng, how will you open the underground cellar in the future?" ”

Cheng Yuan rolled his eyes and put his hand around Ge Cheng's neck: "I feel that the cellar is evil, let the singing shock, you must not spread this matter." ”

"Evil?" Ge Cheng was a little timid, and everyone in the house who was familiar with him knew that he was afraid of these things that the gods were talking about.

In addition, Cheng Yuan had predicted several other small things for Zhu Di before, and Ge Cheng also believed in Cheng Yuan very much.

Historically, Ge Cheng betrayed Zhu Di, the king of Yan, for the sake of Emperor Jianwen, this person looks very powerful, but he is actually timid.

Tell Ge Cheng that there is something evil, even if Ge Cheng suspects it, he will not go to see for himself.

When the time comes, the two princesses and several county lords will also come, and the people who enter and leave the garden will be strict.

When the two were talking, several martial artists took tools and saw Cheng Yuan standing and talking to Ge Cheng, and their faces darkened.

"Ge Changshi, you're quite idle."

Ge Cheng was embarrassed, and just as he wanted to say something, he was pulled by the generals on the side to harvest sweet potatoes together.

The sweet potatoes were originally seedlings, and they were all made by his apprentice Yang Xianzhi and other cabbage heads.

I didn't expect to harvest sweet potatoes, but these martial artists who have never seen sweet potatoes are coming.

The man is energetic, and Cheng Yuan is also relieved. simply continue to talk to the old man of the troupe.

The drama has to be sung, it is sung at noon, and it has to be sung at night, and it has to be sung all day and night.

The old man of the opera troupe was stunned, as for listening to the drama like this, he kept singing day and night.

Cheng Yuan told not to sing literary operas, to sing more martial arts, the bigger the movement, the better, and it is best to beat gongs and drums.

The boss of the troupe smashed his tongue, and now they are going to make a fortune. Cheng Yuan asked Zhu Di for some treasure money and stuffed it into the troupe in advance.

What's the matter, the troupe only listens to Cheng Yuan's arrangement, and can't listen to anyone.

Of course, whoever takes the money is the uncle, this Jianghu rule, the boss of the drama troupe still understands it very well.

"Cheng Steward, I'll arrange them to sing whatever you rap."

"Yang Jiajiang? Yue Fei? As long as it's a martial arts, it's best to have some sound of swords colliding, so that it is more realistic. Cheng Yuan held his chin and said, "The prince and the princess both like to be lively. ”

Yan Wangfu is the imperial uncle of His Majesty today.

Everyone is familiar with the fact that King Yan has led troops to triumph many times, and the boss of the opera troupe is also in Beiping City, and the generals must love to listen to martial arts.

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When the sun set, the sweet potato did not wait, but waited for Zhu Di, who looked anxious.

Although Zhu Di was born in the south of the Yangtze River, he has lived in the north for so many years, and he is tall and big.

This is still X**L, if Zhu Di is thrown into a modern gym, that person's tall and big body with muscles can stun people with one punch.

Who is big and who is powerful Cheng Yuan pinched his arm and patted his abdomen hard he also has abdominal muscles but it was many years ago.

Seeing Zhu Di like this, Cheng Yuan sighed in his heart, could it be that this guy didn't want to rebel and came to clean up his own?

Can't think nonsense, refusing to make up for his own brain, Cheng Yuan said calmly: "Lord Wang, are there too many sweet potatoes and you can't be busy?" ”

The other predecessors who crossed over didn't all come to plant sweet potatoes and make snow salt, which shocked the emperor and shocked the prince, and they made steady progress all the way.

Could it be that he is also going to embark on the road of kingship in advance.

Facing Zhu Di, Cheng Yuan took a deep breath and said, "Lord Wang, I know that sweet potatoes already have 100 stones, don't praise me." ”

Zhu Di looked at Cheng Yuan angrily and said, "This king is not here to come to sweet potatoes. It's another thing. ”

Cheng Yuan was stunned...... What's up? What else is there to do besides sweet potatoes?

"............" Zhu Di was speechless when he saw Cheng Yuan's appearance, so he had to solemnly say to Cheng Yuan: "You poisoned my general?" ”

"What poison?" Cheng Yuan was puzzled.

Zhu Di was speechless and choked, and continued to say seriously: "A few of them were poisoned, and they were poisoned after eating your sweet potatoes. ”